This year we had fall for about five minutes. I can’t complain, because at least there are falls were we live now. As it sometimes happens, the leaves turned, and then we had a lot of wind that blew them down. Then we had rain for what felt like 2 solid weeks. Day after day was dreary and wintry, and even now that the clouds have moved on, the color is going out of the landscape.
I did manage to take just a few pictures of the leaves before they were gone. The day I took these, we had seen just a few patches of blue sky, so I asked Jim to hurry and go with me to our favorite state park just up the road, to try to get a few photos. By the time we got there, the sky was mostly gray again. But I’m grateful I got to bring home some fall memories.
This picture is of a little deer beside the road, just enjoying a moment in the sun. She looked up from grazing just long enough to reassure herself I wasn’t a threat, and went back to nibbling.
And now, in just a few days, the colors everywhere are muted. These are the typical colors of approaching winter:
There is something incredibly beautiful about the colors all around us now — the ones that remain just before everything freezes. I love the colors in this last picture.
Here are a few collages of mine that are influenced by this palette. Isn’t it interesting how color in the environment affects everything we do?